CHAPTER 2
PG
"I hate you" she grumbled to Hani pouting like a little child that couldn't get an ice cream or just couldn't get her way.
"What have I told you about lying, my dear?" he looked at her knowing she had dent forgotten how lying got her into a shit load of trouble
"With women it called half truth, you'll get those from you wife, dear" She was having fun with him trying to start a more conferrable repitua with him.
While Hani sat coolly next to her in another really nice suite that she was incredibly jealous of, being a tomboy most of her life somehow living in the Middle East made her feel inadequate.
"Do not worry my dear there are lots of volunteer workers who…" he was cut off by Feris's death glare.
"I get it I'm a volunteer to help around the house I'm from Blah" she tugged her hijab tightly around her head "I don't speak their language fluently, I'm not married, and I'm from Africa". She tried to relax until she looked at her hand 'how am I going to explain this, Garr' "Butcouldn't I go in as a widowed wife with a child" she looked to Hani who had doubts on her never really being very feminine in the first place.
"I wouldn't recommend that, my dear unless you want to put the boy in danger" he reminded her as he motioned for the driver to pull off of the main road so they wouldn't be seen together "I'll have someone contact you my dear if there is any developments" she nodded as she was about to leave the black BMW.
"Are you sure that Hashi will be alright I don't feel right leaving him with strangers?"
In a reassuring voice he told her "he'll be staying with my family as a guest so doesn't worry"
She nodded with a sullen smile closing the door and they sped of leaving her alone in the desert.
"I'm such a firkin idiot" he groaned miserably but 'acquiring Intel is my greatest talent' she puffed out her chest trying to give her some self confidence.